One day I Hope to be like this again
I found this one too on Pinetrest. I know right now I'm not here yet, but one day I hope to find myself again.
I found myself again one morning when I opened the window and smelled the fresh daisies growing in my background. I ran outside and danced under the sunshine and nothing had felt that warm in a long time. The rays on my skin and the grass beneath my feet, nothing had been that normal in so long. I found myself in the novels I read and the country music I played while riding shotgun. I found myself while walking along the beach and witnessing the sun setting down. It was beautiful and when the sun rose the next day, I found myself while trying to tie my curtains up. I made myself some hot tea and I thought to myself, "I'm going to be alright." Because I found myself while pacing down the open roads at midnight. And we laughed under the stars and I remember that the world is much bigger than I am and there is so much more out there than what we had, I found myself while tracing back my footprints along the sand and listening to the waters rush along the creeks. I found the warmth of living and breathing after all the tragic. I found the person I was before I realized that bruises weren't just physical, they were internal too. But I found that person again. I found the person who still believes that life is good.
Not sure who wrote this and I think her words are more for a bad break up than the death of love, but the words ring loud in my heart because one day I want to find the person that fell in love with Johnny and learned to laugh and love all over again, because Johnny made it easy and love was so beautiful, fresh, and new and life was so very good because we were together.
One day
I found myself again one morning when I opened the window and smelled the fresh daisies growing in my background. I ran outside and danced under the sunshine and nothing had felt that warm in a long time. The rays on my skin and the grass beneath my feet, nothing had been that normal in so long. I found myself in the novels I read and the country music I played while riding shotgun. I found myself while walking along the beach and witnessing the sun setting down. It was beautiful and when the sun rose the next day, I found myself while trying to tie my curtains up. I made myself some hot tea and I thought to myself, "I'm going to be alright." Because I found myself while pacing down the open roads at midnight. And we laughed under the stars and I remember that the world is much bigger than I am and there is so much more out there than what we had, I found myself while tracing back my footprints along the sand and listening to the waters rush along the creeks. I found the warmth of living and breathing after all the tragic. I found the person I was before I realized that bruises weren't just physical, they were internal too. But I found that person again. I found the person who still believes that life is good.
Not sure who wrote this and I think her words are more for a bad break up than the death of love, but the words ring loud in my heart because one day I want to find the person that fell in love with Johnny and learned to laugh and love all over again, because Johnny made it easy and love was so beautiful, fresh, and new and life was so very good because we were together.
One day
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